Harry Potter and the Third Prophecy
by AnonymousBystander
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Summary: What would happen if Harry lost at his hearing? A lot more than one might think. SLASH, H/D (and some R/L), and R for some language and slash later on.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money off of this. Don't sue me.
Chapter Two - Friends Come and Gone
Looking back, Harry couldn't remember how long he had cried before he slowly fell to sleep. It was all a blur to him, and he couldn't remember anything form that time. All he knew was that he was awoken when a gruff voice said, "Wake up, Harry."
Harry's eyes jerked open and he looked around. It was dim in the room; the sun had obviously started to set. The silhouettes of two figures blocked the rays of moonlight emanating from the small window in the room: Sirius and Remus.
Harry buried his face into his pillow. He knew this time would come, when he would have to face the truth and get on with life, but he was dreading it; he was afraid how life would turn out without Hogwarts, his only one true home.
He felt the mattress beneath him sag as Sirius sat down at his feet. He dimly watched Remus sit down on Ron's bed.
"Harry." began Sirius tentatively, "I know what you're going thr-"
But Remus cut him off. "No, Sirius. Harry, neither of us have any idea what you're going through," he said kindly, "as neither of us were ever expelled from Hogwarts." Harry looked up from the pillows, slightly surprised. Then Sirius began again, this time unhindered by Remus.
"We just want to let you know that we're here for you, if you need /anything/. You'll be living here until Dumbledore gets things sorted out."
Harry nearly sat up, but refrained himself. "What do you mean, until Dumbledore sorts things out?"
Remus seemed slightly taken aback. "What, do you expect to stay expelled forever?"
Harry was slightly perplexed. Sirius explained. "Harry, we don't think that Dumbledore is going to let this stand. It's only a matter of time before he finds some way to get you back in the school."
And this made Harry feeling substantially better.
****
There was another time coming that Harry dreaded as much, if not more, than the one he had just had; when He, Ron, and Hermione, would be parted. He had no idea how long it would be before they would see each other again, and he knew that parting would be very awkward.
But, just as always, the days sped along without mention of Harry's trial or the fact that he wouldn't be returning to Hogwarts, and soon, it was the last day of August, and they were planning to go into London to buy their final school supplies. They traveled by floo powder to the Leaky Cauldron, then walked outside in the back yard of the old pub where the garbage cans stood against the brick wall. As Hermione raised her wand to open the gateway, Harry felt a pang of sadness and jealousness; his wand was lying in two pieces on the table next to his bed in Grimmauld place.
Diagon Alley was as packed as ever. Much to Harry's dismay, most of the people there were Hogwarts' students and their parents or guardians out for a day's shopping before the term started. This meant, of course, that Harry would have to talk to them.
Wishing he were invisible, Harry walked alongside Ron and Hermione as though nothing were wrong. They passed through all of the stores, and Harry felt a pang every time they passed one that he could remember: Madame Malkin's Robes, where he had first met the loathsome Draco Malfoy; Eeylop's Owl Emporium, the store at which Hagrid had bought him Hedwig; and Ollivander's wand shop. Harry remembered entering the shop nervously for the first time; it had seemed so long ago, but it was only four years earlier that Mr. Ollivander had muttered 'curious' so many times under his breath.
Hermione seemed to notice that he was feeling very preoccupied, as she said to him quietly, "Harry, is everything all right?"
Harry was sure the question was rhetorical. He knew that Hermione knew that of course not everything was all right. But, for Hermione's sake more than anything else, he grunted an affirmative. She looked concernedly away from him.
It was just then that Harry saw the person he would have least like to see walking around the street after being expelled from his school. Draco Malfoy leered into view, flanked as ever by his thuggish cronies Crabbe and Goyle. When Malfoy's silvery eyes saw Harry, they gave a jolt of unsuppressed excitement, and Malfoy pointed the threesome out to Crabbe and Goyle, who hurried along in his wake, grinning stupidly.
"Oi! Potter!" yelled Malfoy gleefully.
The three turned to him, and Ron's hand strayed instantly to his pocket.
"Whatt'ya want, Malfoy?" yelled Harry instantly.
Then, for some reason, Malfoy started to yell. At first Harry was confused, but then he realized that it was because he wanted the whole Alley to hear what he was saying. "HEY, POTTER, I HEARD YOU GOT KICKED OUT OF SCHOOL! IS THAT TRUE? I GUESS YOU CAN CARRY AROUND HAGRID'S BAG, THAT GIANT HALF-BREED. HE'S NEARLY WORSE THAN THE COMPANY YOU KEEP. BLOOD- TRAITORS AND MUDBL--"
Harry's ears toned out after the first few words (he was used to this kind of talk; Malfoy reminded him a lot of Sirius' mother's portrait), looking around hastily for something to shut Malfoy up with. He settled with his fist. It was now or never. Harry pulled it back, and hit Malfoy as hard as he could right in the nose.
Ron and Hermione gasped (Hermione whispered "oh no" very softly). Harry watched gleefully as Malfoy spluttered, cursing, clutching his face, which had begun to bleed. Crabbe and Goyle moved forward (on instinct, it seemed), but Malfoy laid a hand on each of their shoulders and said, "No, not now," and pulled them back, retreating down the Alley.
At the last moment, Malfoy's bleeding face turned around and he called out, sneering, "This isn't the last you'll see of me, Potter!"
"Do me a favor," said Harry, turning towards Ron, "don't hurt him unless I tell you to."
They fell silent, walking along the streets, Ron and Hermione stopping every so often so Ron or Hermione could buy something at a store. They talked to fellow students on the way, conveniently forgetting to mention that Harry wouldn't be returning. The Daily Prophet had not yet reported his trial, though he supposed it was only a matter of time.
The one thing that puzzled him was why Malfoy had held back against him when he had hurt him. It had felt very good to let some of his anger out at Malfoy, but why hadn't Malfoy retaliated?
Hermione's voice broke his train of thought. "Oh, Harry, look! It's Cho."
Harry's face brightened instantly. She was walking right towards him. She was only feet away when Harry opened his mouth, but he was cut off when she opened her arms for a hug. Taken aback, Harry did the same.
She walked straight past him and hugged Roger Davies, leaving Harry feeling very stupid with his arms out as Ron laughed his head out and Hermione said, "Er - why don't we get going?"
****
The rest of the day flew past. Hermione and Ron, quite to Harry's disgust, both received their prefect's badges that afternoon, and there was a party that night in Gimmauld place. Harry spent the whole time locked in his and Ron's room.
The night passed quickly, and soon, too soon, it was the day that Hermione and Ron would leave for Hogwarts. It was another day that Harry dreaded. He woke up to Ginny's yells as she fell down the stairs, knocked over by Fred and George's trunks. He made his slowly downstairs to the kitchen, where Mrs. Weasley was making breakfast.
He ate dry toast, watching the bedlam around him as people packed their trunks and got ready to leave. Eventually, Sirius sat down next to him.
"Harry," he began, "you don't have to go today if you don't want to. It might be hard to -"
"No. I want to go."
"All right," said Sirius, "but I'm coming with you."
Harry nodded mutely, but Mrs. Weasley had overheard.
"Oh no you're not!" she bellowed, walking up to the table at which they were sitting.
"Molly," Sirius whined, sighing, "you've got to understand."
"I do understand! It's much too dangerous. You could be seen!"
Harry watched with interest. "He needs support! This is such a hard time for him," roared Sirius. Harry was surprised how much strife this was causing; they were talking as though he wasn't even there. "Dumbledore would-"
"Dumbledore wouldn't agree!" cut in Mrs. Weasley.
"And are you Dumbledore?" barked Sirius.
Mrs. Weasley sputtered. "Well - if - well - all right! But you're not to leave your animagus form for an instant. Do you understand?"
Sirius nodded dully.
Harry didn't say it, but he was very glad that Sirius was going to come. He wasn't sure how he'd be able to handle Ron and Hermione leaving without him. At that moment, Hermione and Ron themselves entered the room. There was a long period of awkward silence, which was broken by Mad-Eye Moody and Tonks entering the room.
They all packed into the car, and soon they were pulling out of the drive and number 12, Grimmauld place, was disappearing into nothing. Harry's mood got progressively worse as they came closer and closer to the city. By the time they reached King's Cross station, Harry was near tears, but he fiercely fought them back; he wasn't going to break down now.
And then, after what seemed to be no time at all, they were running outside to get trolleys and loading everybody's trunks and stuff onto them. Harry sat in the car, waiting, until everybody was ready, and they entered the station.
As they walked up to the barrier between platforms nine and ten, Harry decided not to enter the platform. He didn't want to have to deal with all of the students; he was sure they'd find out about his expulsion when they got to school.
Then, before Harry knew it, it was time for good-bye. Standing right next to the barrier, Hermione turned to him and hugged him hard. As she pulled away, a tear from her face dripped onto his shoulder. Next, he patted Ron awkwardly on the back, then bid farewell to the others.
And then, in an instant, they were gone.
Another chapter! Not that anybody is actually reading this.
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Summary: What would happen if Harry lost at his hearing? A lot more than one might think. SLASH, H/D (and some R/L), and R for some language and slash later on.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money off of this. Don't sue me.
Chapter Two - Friends Come and Gone
Looking back, Harry couldn't remember how long he had cried before he slowly fell to sleep. It was all a blur to him, and he couldn't remember anything form that time. All he knew was that he was awoken when a gruff voice said, "Wake up, Harry."
Harry's eyes jerked open and he looked around. It was dim in the room; the sun had obviously started to set. The silhouettes of two figures blocked the rays of moonlight emanating from the small window in the room: Sirius and Remus.
Harry buried his face into his pillow. He knew this time would come, when he would have to face the truth and get on with life, but he was dreading it; he was afraid how life would turn out without Hogwarts, his only one true home.
He felt the mattress beneath him sag as Sirius sat down at his feet. He dimly watched Remus sit down on Ron's bed.
"Harry." began Sirius tentatively, "I know what you're going thr-"
But Remus cut him off. "No, Sirius. Harry, neither of us have any idea what you're going through," he said kindly, "as neither of us were ever expelled from Hogwarts." Harry looked up from the pillows, slightly surprised. Then Sirius began again, this time unhindered by Remus.
"We just want to let you know that we're here for you, if you need /anything/. You'll be living here until Dumbledore gets things sorted out."
Harry nearly sat up, but refrained himself. "What do you mean, until Dumbledore sorts things out?"
Remus seemed slightly taken aback. "What, do you expect to stay expelled forever?"
Harry was slightly perplexed. Sirius explained. "Harry, we don't think that Dumbledore is going to let this stand. It's only a matter of time before he finds some way to get you back in the school."
And this made Harry feeling substantially better.
****
There was another time coming that Harry dreaded as much, if not more, than the one he had just had; when He, Ron, and Hermione, would be parted. He had no idea how long it would be before they would see each other again, and he knew that parting would be very awkward.
But, just as always, the days sped along without mention of Harry's trial or the fact that he wouldn't be returning to Hogwarts, and soon, it was the last day of August, and they were planning to go into London to buy their final school supplies. They traveled by floo powder to the Leaky Cauldron, then walked outside in the back yard of the old pub where the garbage cans stood against the brick wall. As Hermione raised her wand to open the gateway, Harry felt a pang of sadness and jealousness; his wand was lying in two pieces on the table next to his bed in Grimmauld place.
Diagon Alley was as packed as ever. Much to Harry's dismay, most of the people there were Hogwarts' students and their parents or guardians out for a day's shopping before the term started. This meant, of course, that Harry would have to talk to them.
Wishing he were invisible, Harry walked alongside Ron and Hermione as though nothing were wrong. They passed through all of the stores, and Harry felt a pang every time they passed one that he could remember: Madame Malkin's Robes, where he had first met the loathsome Draco Malfoy; Eeylop's Owl Emporium, the store at which Hagrid had bought him Hedwig; and Ollivander's wand shop. Harry remembered entering the shop nervously for the first time; it had seemed so long ago, but it was only four years earlier that Mr. Ollivander had muttered 'curious' so many times under his breath.
Hermione seemed to notice that he was feeling very preoccupied, as she said to him quietly, "Harry, is everything all right?"
Harry was sure the question was rhetorical. He knew that Hermione knew that of course not everything was all right. But, for Hermione's sake more than anything else, he grunted an affirmative. She looked concernedly away from him.
It was just then that Harry saw the person he would have least like to see walking around the street after being expelled from his school. Draco Malfoy leered into view, flanked as ever by his thuggish cronies Crabbe and Goyle. When Malfoy's silvery eyes saw Harry, they gave a jolt of unsuppressed excitement, and Malfoy pointed the threesome out to Crabbe and Goyle, who hurried along in his wake, grinning stupidly.
"Oi! Potter!" yelled Malfoy gleefully.
The three turned to him, and Ron's hand strayed instantly to his pocket.
"Whatt'ya want, Malfoy?" yelled Harry instantly.
Then, for some reason, Malfoy started to yell. At first Harry was confused, but then he realized that it was because he wanted the whole Alley to hear what he was saying. "HEY, POTTER, I HEARD YOU GOT KICKED OUT OF SCHOOL! IS THAT TRUE? I GUESS YOU CAN CARRY AROUND HAGRID'S BAG, THAT GIANT HALF-BREED. HE'S NEARLY WORSE THAN THE COMPANY YOU KEEP. BLOOD- TRAITORS AND MUDBL--"
Harry's ears toned out after the first few words (he was used to this kind of talk; Malfoy reminded him a lot of Sirius' mother's portrait), looking around hastily for something to shut Malfoy up with. He settled with his fist. It was now or never. Harry pulled it back, and hit Malfoy as hard as he could right in the nose.
Ron and Hermione gasped (Hermione whispered "oh no" very softly). Harry watched gleefully as Malfoy spluttered, cursing, clutching his face, which had begun to bleed. Crabbe and Goyle moved forward (on instinct, it seemed), but Malfoy laid a hand on each of their shoulders and said, "No, not now," and pulled them back, retreating down the Alley.
At the last moment, Malfoy's bleeding face turned around and he called out, sneering, "This isn't the last you'll see of me, Potter!"
"Do me a favor," said Harry, turning towards Ron, "don't hurt him unless I tell you to."
They fell silent, walking along the streets, Ron and Hermione stopping every so often so Ron or Hermione could buy something at a store. They talked to fellow students on the way, conveniently forgetting to mention that Harry wouldn't be returning. The Daily Prophet had not yet reported his trial, though he supposed it was only a matter of time.
The one thing that puzzled him was why Malfoy had held back against him when he had hurt him. It had felt very good to let some of his anger out at Malfoy, but why hadn't Malfoy retaliated?
Hermione's voice broke his train of thought. "Oh, Harry, look! It's Cho."
Harry's face brightened instantly. She was walking right towards him. She was only feet away when Harry opened his mouth, but he was cut off when she opened her arms for a hug. Taken aback, Harry did the same.
She walked straight past him and hugged Roger Davies, leaving Harry feeling very stupid with his arms out as Ron laughed his head out and Hermione said, "Er - why don't we get going?"
****
The rest of the day flew past. Hermione and Ron, quite to Harry's disgust, both received their prefect's badges that afternoon, and there was a party that night in Gimmauld place. Harry spent the whole time locked in his and Ron's room.
The night passed quickly, and soon, too soon, it was the day that Hermione and Ron would leave for Hogwarts. It was another day that Harry dreaded. He woke up to Ginny's yells as she fell down the stairs, knocked over by Fred and George's trunks. He made his slowly downstairs to the kitchen, where Mrs. Weasley was making breakfast.
He ate dry toast, watching the bedlam around him as people packed their trunks and got ready to leave. Eventually, Sirius sat down next to him.
"Harry," he began, "you don't have to go today if you don't want to. It might be hard to -"
"No. I want to go."
"All right," said Sirius, "but I'm coming with you."
Harry nodded mutely, but Mrs. Weasley had overheard.
"Oh no you're not!" she bellowed, walking up to the table at which they were sitting.
"Molly," Sirius whined, sighing, "you've got to understand."
"I do understand! It's much too dangerous. You could be seen!"
Harry watched with interest. "He needs support! This is such a hard time for him," roared Sirius. Harry was surprised how much strife this was causing; they were talking as though he wasn't even there. "Dumbledore would-"
"Dumbledore wouldn't agree!" cut in Mrs. Weasley.
"And are you Dumbledore?" barked Sirius.
Mrs. Weasley sputtered. "Well - if - well - all right! But you're not to leave your animagus form for an instant. Do you understand?"
Sirius nodded dully.
Harry didn't say it, but he was very glad that Sirius was going to come. He wasn't sure how he'd be able to handle Ron and Hermione leaving without him. At that moment, Hermione and Ron themselves entered the room. There was a long period of awkward silence, which was broken by Mad-Eye Moody and Tonks entering the room.
They all packed into the car, and soon they were pulling out of the drive and number 12, Grimmauld place, was disappearing into nothing. Harry's mood got progressively worse as they came closer and closer to the city. By the time they reached King's Cross station, Harry was near tears, but he fiercely fought them back; he wasn't going to break down now.
And then, after what seemed to be no time at all, they were running outside to get trolleys and loading everybody's trunks and stuff onto them. Harry sat in the car, waiting, until everybody was ready, and they entered the station.
As they walked up to the barrier between platforms nine and ten, Harry decided not to enter the platform. He didn't want to have to deal with all of the students; he was sure they'd find out about his expulsion when they got to school.
Then, before Harry knew it, it was time for good-bye. Standing right next to the barrier, Hermione turned to him and hugged him hard. As she pulled away, a tear from her face dripped onto his shoulder. Next, he patted Ron awkwardly on the back, then bid farewell to the others.
And then, in an instant, they were gone.
